Volume 1, Chapter 48: Hurry up and call him Little Uncle!

She screamed and instinctively protected her exposed skin, but stumbled and fell into the dimly lit room.

The spectators beyond the railing caught sight of the three individuals appearing and, although not their fans, could not help feeling a surge of excitement.

On the silver screen, Stephen Chow was wildly comedic and effortlessly expressive, leading many viewers to mistakenly assume he was the same in real life. It wasn't until the rise of internet media that many fans realized Master Xing's hair had already turned gray, and in daily life, he was actually rather silent and reserved.

Her eyes turned red. As she descended the stairs, she hardened her heart, took out her phone, and sent a text message to her mother-in-law, Lin Yunhua.

She shook her limbs out, stretched her body, and leaped courageously, diving into the water surface once again like plunging into a deep abyss.

Wang Defu then confessed his thoughts to Ling Jingsu, believing she would not be unreasonable.

Gao Wen was momentarily stunned, not expecting Lu Lin to genuinely wish to meet this young man. She acknowledged the order and stepped out, heading to the front desk to find Han Dongjun chatting with Fu Yuwei.

It was simply due to the malignant development of capitalism and the hegemony of the high bourgeoisie, who robbed the people through artifice and plunder. Corruption was rampant within the government, and moral decay pervaded society. The extravagant, dissolute lifestyle of the bourgeoisie and their mercenary moral values infected the entire social fabric, turning the pursuit of pleasure and vanity into a pernicious social trend.

Unfortunately, the maidservants and older women by her side had all been subdued, and the menservants outside were all chasing after the flower-thief, leaving this vast courtyard entirely deserted. Now, even if she called out, there was no one to hear her.

Han Yuluo's eyes grew slightly damp as she gripped Gu Ziyu's hand tightly, as if afraid he might wander off and get lost.

A thunderous roar echoed. Accompanied by tremors so violent they seemed to shake the very earth, countless people wondered if a massive, unprecedented earthquake had struck.

This Witch King had always possessed an extraordinarily high opinion of himself, never regarding the kings of other realms with any esteem save for the Bone Emperor. Consequently, he adopted a gloating attitude toward the wailing ruler before him, speaking with unbridled audacity.

The Dragon Queen remains a mortal threat to our Tower race; as long as she lives, our people will never know a moment of peace.

This mercenary force, hastily cobbled together from Japan and South Korea, had always been regarded by Robert as mere cannon fodder. Furthermore, all their expenses were borne by the Japanese and South Korean governments, making them entirely expendable without any qualms.

In the blink of an eye, two living men had been reduced to two corpses—no, Hanlin didn't even leave behind an intact body, while Liu'er could barely be said to have a whole corpse. The sorcerer truly never anticipated such an outcome.

One's state of mind is shaped by one's capabilities; those without ability may have the heart, but lack the means. The saying "act according to one's ability" is by no means wrong. In his previous life, Meng Xiongfei had not been a particularly capable man. But this lifetime was different for him; he now possessed abilities far beyond the mortal realm.

Although the intense gunfire had alerted the entire Scar Outpost, it conveniently masked the sound of Li Mingcong's shots.

A full magazine of bullets was expended in the blink of an eye. Garcia panted heavily, looking at the dying strange snake on the ground, and felt a wave of relief. Without slowing down, Garcia swiftly reloaded, brought his muzzle up, and advanced toward the monster's head.

Yet now, she was only left with envy. Besides, Li Yun's level seemed to have reached such lofty heights that she doubted she could even reach him if she tried to fly—how could they possibly communicate?

Wei Biqiao stood at the doorway, not jumping, but simply delivering a normal kick. As a result, the footprint left by her kick was half an inch lower than the killer's.

"Although we never fought, back in the Divine City, I once projected my primordial spirit to journey into the Dragon Palace and spy on Lord Canghai demonstrating the Dao," the Daoist of Upper Purity said with high spirits.

Nor could it have been reported by Cao Shaoyue, as the two were inherently at odds. Cao Shaoyue detested Lin Jing's tendency to hog the spotlight in clan affairs and her desire to compete with men in everything she did, while Lin Jing held no fondness for Cao Shaoyue either; the two of them would never communicate with each other.

Some speculated that the Su family could no longer endure the consumption of a protracted war and wished to make peace, offering to return all previously encroached territories as a superficial compromise.

I thought to myself that it was fortunate I hadn't let Lu Yazhuai corner me at Xu Feijin's place earlier; otherwise, those two vixens might have actually started a physical brawl.

Pierced by my blade, the wild wolf flew into an even greater frenzy, clamping down on my arm with renewed viciousness as if determined to tear it right off.

"How is this none of your business? If you hadn't broken up with her, would the girl be like this now?" Han Peng intentionally distorted the truth, his sole purpose being to provoke Huang Dong.

This starlight came into being because of Donghuang Taiyi, and countless living creatures could be said to have been awakened and enlightened by him. Donghuang Taiyi was their guide along the path of cultivation—this alone was enough to earn him the incomparable loyalty of these countless newborn practitioners.

"Damn it!" Having previously focused solely on escaping, he had fled somewhat blindly, forgetting that the Su family's stronghold lay in the direction of his flight. Sure enough, an elder soared into the air from a spot on the ground and pursued him at breakneck speed.

"Master! What kind of treasure is this? I feel it suits me quite well—would you bestow it upon me?" The young boy's eyes rolled as he requested with a sincere tone.

Just as I was preparing to sleep, a graceful figure slowly approached me, and within moments, stood right before me, holding a canned ration in her hand.

With the lives of tens of millions under his control, he was practically an absolute monarch. Even in ancient times, such immense power was unheard of, and coupled with his own formidable strength, he possessed the absolute capability to wipe out an entire city.

Liu Qianxue's arched body slammed heavily onto the torture rack. Sweat poured profusely from her skin, and her muscles continued to twitch incessantly from the electrical stimulation, her entire body thrashing and struggling helplessly on the bed like a fish out of water.

"How do you expect me to stay calm? He is our brother, and we can only stand by and watch him suffer. How can you expect me to stay calm?" Maple Tree roared.

In the dim light, Stillwell could still make out the deeply unsettling scene frozen in the photograph.

Su Zhijun naturally obeyed my instructions obediently, opening the mail package to find a card case inside. The moment she opened the case and took a single glance, she froze in place.

I wouldn't associate with people like that; if it always seems like nobody is listening, or as though the other person is even more reluctant to speak with you, then their regard for the relationship is rather questionable.

A thick, suffocating stench of blood washed over him, and the illusory corpses around him gradually dissipated. The scoundrel stared in horror at the horrific, catastrophic scene before his eyes.